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  Chapter 44 Genius

  The post house not only received the convoys heading to the academy, but also received messengers passing information from north to south, as well as officials from all walks of life.

   Xuegong should be a candidate, honorable, but not that honorable.

  According to the regulations, everyone had a simple meal,

  A student from Weizhou proposed to hold a dinner party in the gazebo, and recite poems in pairs, but Ji Linglang refused on the grounds of studying classics.

  Zhai Yiming on the side also echoed, saying that he will take the first round of exams in the academy after staying in Chang'an for a month, and he must race against time to study classics.

  After Zhai Yiming said that, the classmate made fun of himself and apologized, everyone went back to their rooms, and Li Ang also went back to his room to read.

  The first two rounds of exams in the Academy were all about routine content, scriptures, policy questions, poetry and so on. His foundation in this area is not as good as other students, so he naturally has to grind his guns before the battle.

  However, Li Ang didn't go to Cheng Juxiu to open a small stove.

   On the one hand, Cheng Juxiu is leading the school tour, so it is not good to blatantly tutor or reveal the topic,

   On the other hand, Cheng Juxiu himself has honestly confessed that he has not read much Confucian classics in recent years, and his level has dropped a lot, so he might as well go to Song Shaoyuan.

   Therefore, in the next few days, Li Ang spent most of his day and night reading except sleeping.

The situation of the others is not much better. The closer they are to Chang'an, the more nervous these Weizhou students are—except for Ji Linglang, who has a wealthy family and lived in Chang'an with her father Ji Chi when she was young. go back home.

  The convoy went north to Chang'an. During the march, convoys from other southern states continued to join in parallel.

  Everyone in Jizhou also met students from other states.

   Everyone was very enthusiastic when they met, and it didn't take long for them to be called brothers and sisters, talking about life philosophy and poetry.

   As for what I think in private, I don’t know—after all, all I met along the way were competitors on the way to the academy, and anyone could squeeze out their own quota.

  Of course, with the Academy patrolling, this kind of private conflict will not be exposed.

  On the contrary, all the students paid more attention to their own words and deeds, and did not dare to overstep.

  In this complex and delicate atmosphere, a convoy of hundreds of carriages finally drove into the station outside Chang'an City.

   "I want to die"

  In the post station room, Li Ang put down the classics in his hand with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

  Finally, finally finished memorizing.

  During this period of time, news from the academy also came back.

  The chief examiner for the first round of examinations at the academy this year is Wang Wenlun, a great Confucian from the Wang family in Taiyuan.

   There are many aristocratic families in Yu State, and among all the noble families, five are the most noble.

   are the Cui family of Boling and Qinghe respectively,

   Lu Shi of Fanyang,

  Zheng family of Xingyang

  Wang of Taiyuan.

   and the Li families of Longxi and Zhaojun.

  These powerful families prospered in the pre-Sui period, and they survived with their huge political influence.

  Even during the troubled times at the end of the Sui Dynasty, various practice sects and rebels were bloodshed in the Central Plains, but they could not be affected.

  In fact, Emperor Gaozong, who established Yu State, was himself a member of the Li family in Longxi.

  Although under the shadow of the Academy, the influence of these old families is not as good as before, but new important officials, great Confucians and even Academy professors are still being born continuously.

  As soon as the news that the great Confucian Wang Wenlun served as the examiner came out, the books written by him were bought up on the market, especially his annotated versions of "Poetry", "Book", "Spring and Autumn" and other classics were sold out.

  All the students are trying their best to understand his understanding of the classics, so as not to make mistakes in the examination room.

   "This kind of behavior that makes all the students cry and rush to read one person's book,"

   Li Ang rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, "It smells like Ge Jun."

   "Who is Ge Jun?"

  Chai Cuiqiao asked curiously: "Are you also a great Confucian?"

   "No, that is a great educator who can happily send away millions of students while laughing and playing suona."

  Li Ang made a casual remark, and lamented silently in his heart, why there were not tons and tons of literary classics in his awakened memories of other worlds.

  However, it's all about complaining, and Li Ang himself knows that even if there are a lot of literary classics in the memory of the foreign world, it is useless or useless.

   During the 200 years of Yu State's peace, the literary world has developed rapidly, and Confucianists and poets have emerged in an endless stream.

  Even if he "borrowed" a few poems from literary classics and became famous by chance, it wouldn't last long—Yu State had frequent banquets and poems, and almost every banquet required literati to recite poems in opposition to show their talents.

  Orthodox literati have more than ten or twenty years of literary accumulation. Occasionally, when they have poetic inspiration, they copy down good sentences and throw them into a wooden tube on the table. It takes many years to accumulate one or two good poems.

  An ordinary 14-year-old boy without any life experience suddenly came up with dozens of famous novels with a huge span and completely different styles. Who would believe it? Who will believe it?

  At a banquet, other people find something casually, propose a theme, ask for rhyme division and rhyme limitation, fit the scene and compose poems temporarily,

  Even several people compose poems one by one, requiring flatness, orderliness, and harmony.

   Once you can’t answer halfway, or don’t answer well, you will be exposed in an instant. The thief who is accused of plagiarizing other people’s poems will be nailed to the pillar of shame for a lifetime and will never turn over.

   Even if you are lucky, if you are not exposed for a short time, you will not be able to survive in the long run.

  You are a talented young man who can recite poems and write poems, so you must be able to write articles for relatives and friends, right?

  Can the table be written?

  Chapter will be written?

   Will the biography of the event be written?

  Will you write the diary of the character? Will the yearbook be written?

  Will you write funeral posts for your bosom friend?

  Can’t write at all? Only a few poems?

   What kind of genius is this, just a copycat who deceives the world and steals his name.

It is precisely because of various concerns that Li Ang can completely accept that his literary talent is mediocre-fortunately, the Academy advocates being practical and practical, and what he does most is not reciting poems and fighting against each other, but building roads and bridges, improving craftsmanship, developing agriculture, and eradicating Locusts and other facts that benefit the country and the people.

  If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't be so eager to be admitted to the Entrance Palace.

   "Master, after reading Wang Wenlun's book, I still have to read these."

  Chai Cuiqiao brought up another pile of books from the ground, "These are the poems and fus Wang Wenlun wrote at various banquets, and the biographies he wrote for others.

   They are all just sorted out in Chang'an City, and they cost five coins a piece. "

   "Ahhh! I'm so annoying!"

   Li Ang looked at the thick stack of books and felt his head hurt again.

  Boom boom boom.

  Just as Li Ang was sighing, Cheng Juxiu's voice sounded outside the door, "Risheng, are you there?"

"exist,"

  Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the door and opened it, "What's wrong, brother?"

   "My classmate from the academy is here, let her look at the spirit veins for you."

  (end of this chapter)